The next day, before Wuyou came over, Li Ye was sweeping up fallen leaves on the stone steps of the mountain gate with a broom.
The sky was getting brighter and the sun hadn't climbed up yet. When Li Ye went out, neither Mr. nor Mu Mu had gotten up yet.
After Li Ye swept half of the stone steps, Wuyou came over rubbing his eyes.
Looking at Li Ye who was sweeping the floor with his head down, Xiao Wuyou quickly stepped forward and took his hand and said, "Uncle, you finally showed up, let me sweep the floor for you."
Li Ye raised his head, looked at him, smiled, and said, "Since I'm back, you don't need to sweep the ground from now on. How was the situation after nephew Wuxin returned yesterday? He's not in a daze anymore."
"Senior brother fell asleep after he came back. He hadn't woken up when I just left. Do you want me to call him over?"
Wuyou saw that Li Ye wouldn't let him sweep the floor, so he squatted on the stone steps and watched him sweep the floor and talk at the same time.
Li Ye thought for a while, shook his head and said, "No need, he will come to me if he wants to see me."
Wuyou nodded to express his understanding. Then he looked at him quietly and said, "Will something happen to Senior Brother Wuxin?"
Li Ye asked in confusion: "What can happen to him?"
Wuyou said: "I see him acting weird these days, and I'm afraid he will cause something to happen. Fortunately, uncle, you are here."
Li Ye was startled, shook his head and said, "I didn't do anything, I just told him a story."
Wuyou was stunned for a moment, looked at Li Ye and said with emotion: "Uncle just told a story to senior brother, and he came back to eat and sleep?"
Li Ye looked at him quietly and stopped what he was doing.
Then he smiled and said: "I have worked hard on this story. Do you want to listen? I will tell it to you after I finish it."
When Wuyou heard this, his face turned white and then red, he thought for a moment and then shook his head.
Looking at Li Ye, he said, "Uncle Master is really good at joking. I'm so naive. How dare I trouble Uncle Master to tell me a story?"
After saying that, he stood up and ran towards the main hall, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
After a while, the sound of chanting the morning prayers came from the hall.
Li Ye thought to himself that every story should have a beginning, a process, and an ending.
He still doesn't know what kind of process and ending Wu Xin will choose, and his story seems to be on the road before it even begins.
Thinking about the yellowed Bodhi in the space ring and the two words "Conquer the Demon" engraved on it.
Xindao himself was in Prajna Temple to practice several mental techniques behind the formless method, and he was not here to slay demons and demons in the mountains.
Could it be said that in this life, we have to look for another bodhi engraved with "go to mind"?
Who will hold this mysterious Bodhi?
Where Dongfang Yu'er is, even if she is in her hands, she will never be able to look back, because Li Mingzhu has already broken off the engagement with her.
In the hands of the young lady? It’s just that I’ve known her since childhood, and I’ve never heard of her having any bodhisattvas.
It’s impossible for Xu Jingyun to have one? Could it be that she, like him, would get this Bodhi by some chance one day?
In the hands of Xia Wutong? This is also a mysterious girl. From the moment she met her to the time he rescued her under the ring in the Central Realm, there seemed to be an arrangement of fate...
After thinking about it, Li Ye realized that he only knew these three girls, but there was no sign that they had the same Bodhi in their hands.
Could it be that it would be Mu Mu? It's just that I have always loved and cared for Mumu as my sister. Besides, the place where she was born was not in the Five Realms, but from another world.
Could it be said that it was destiny that brought her to his side?
Li Ye was thinking while sweeping the floor.
After thinking for a long time, I couldn't figure out a clear clue, and then I simply stopped thinking about it.
No matter who Xindao is, there will always be a day when the answer to the mystery is revealed. I just hope that day doesn’t come too late.
...
After lunch, Li Ye left the dining hall and headed to the small courtyard where he lived.
An unintentional low voice came from behind: "Uncle, please stay."
Li Ye looked back at him and smiled: "After a good sleep, you look much better today."
Wu Xin pointed to the lotus pond in the distance and said, "Uncle, can you move a little bit? I'll ask you for advice."
The two of them walked through the square outside the main hall one after another and came to the pavilion on the lotus pond.
Looking at the pool of autumn water, the two fell silent.
"Do you want to continue?" Li Ye asked, thinking that Wu Xin should know the rest of the story and its ending.
Wuxin raised his head, looked at the gradually withered lotus pond, and shook his head.
Turning back to Cong, he looked at Li Ye and replied softly: "The story behind... the story of this life, I want to write it myself."
Li Ye was stunned for a moment, then looked back at him and said, "The ending of the story will vary depending on who writes the story..."
"I want an accident with a simple ending." Wu Xin replied calmly.
Seeing that Wu Xin's voice still sounded weak, Li Ye didn't know how to reply. After all, he was not Ming Hui, he didn't have much life experience, and he was much younger than Wu Xin in terms of age.
After thinking for a long time, he said: "I am not your master, nor is I senior brother Minghui, so I can't guide you on the road ahead. I can only tell you that since you have decided, just do it...even if you are the one who gets hurt in the end. …At least you won’t regret it.”
I thought to myself that I had tricked your master's favored disciple down the mountain. I wonder if he would kill me with a knife.
Wuxin looked at him, thought seriously, then looked at him and smiled. He said softly: "Uncle Master, be merciful."
Li Ye spoke very slowly. Looking at Wu Xin, who had a glimmer of hope in his eyes, he lowered his head and sighed softly.
I murmured silently in my heart: "How can there be a perfect way between two people? I will live up to the Tathagata and I will live up to you. I hope I can follow the will of heaven and man and live this life in vain."
Wu Xin looked at Li Ye's melancholy eyes and asked in confusion: "Uncle, why do you show sadness? Does this story have anything to do with you?"
Li Ye raised his right hand... put his two fingers together to form a sword seal, and slashed at the remaining leaves in the lotus pond.
Although the true essence was blocked and unable to emit the astonishing sword energy, a stream of white air struck the blue waves, causing ripples to appear on the shimmering lake.
"Those who abandon me will not be able to keep yesterday's day; those who mess up my heart will be troubled today!"
"What do you mean? Uncle Master's Buddhism is too profound for Wuxin to understand." Wuxin looked at him and replied seriously.
"Now that you have made a decision, go to your master and Uncle Minghui and let them see your determination. I believe they will not stop you."
Li Ye looked at him, smiled and replied, with a firm look in his eyes, looking at him with no doubt.
Although the sword energy turned into a sword by fingers was not condensed with true energy, it still caused considerable fluctuations on the water surface with the blessing of the six-layer formless body skill.
Some fish hiding under the water looking for food were frightened and jumped out of the water one after another and swam away...
As Li Ye's breath gradually released, a faint luster suddenly appeared behind him, exuding a boundless Zen feeling under the reflection of the sun.
Wuxin stared at the young master uncle in front of him, feeling the sword energy that had disappeared, and was shocked and speechless.
The disciples in the temple all know that the young master cannot practice Buddhism and only practices the physical body of Buddhism.
But the realm revealed by Li Ye's sword just now was so mysterious that Wuxin, who was in the Nascent Soul realm, wanted to worship him.
Li Ye sat leaning against the railing and looked at Wu Xin who was in a daze in front of him with a smile.
At this time, a pale golden lotus rose slowly above his head.
Wu Xin, who was sitting opposite him, suddenly knelt down with a solemn look on his face.
"Bodhi is a tree, lotus is a platform, self-nature is complete, where can dust come from..."
Wuxin, who was kneeling on the ground, murmured chants, and there was actually a Buddha's light spreading behind him.
"Uncle Master...it turns out to be the reincarnation of Bodhisattva." Wu Xin said with great piety.
"I am myself, and I am still far from being a Bodhisattva."
Li Ye naturally didn't know what was happening to him at this time. He looked at Wu Xin on the ground and said lightly.
"Disciple, I heard Master Minghui say that my uncle is a practitioner with full Buddha nature. Before, Wuyou and I didn't believe it. We thought that our uncle was younger than me and Wuyou..."
"But at this moment, even if my master is here, he will think so. I would like to thank my uncle for relieving my disciple's worries. It is not an exaggeration to say that my uncle is a living Bodhisattva in this world."
As the golden lotus on Li Ye's head disappeared, Wu Xin stood up and sat down against the stone railing of the pavilion.
"I am always a human being but not a Buddha. I worry about your infatuation because I want to find my original intention. It's good that you can get out of your arrogant state of mind."
Wuxin looked at him and nodded, with a look of joy on his face.
"My old master monk once told me that everyone's biggest enemy is not others but themselves. Only by defeating yourself can you achieve Taoism in this world."
Li Ye looked up at the sky at Fangcun Mountain. At this moment, he thought of the kind old monk in the Great Buddha Temple.
Compassionate as an old monk, sitting in the pavilion, holding flowers in his left hand, with gentle eyes, Li Ye at this moment is like the old monk in Dongxuan Domain.
Wu Xin chanted the Buddha's name and said, "Amitabha, Master, Uncle, you are merciful."
Li Ye's eyes were still warm as he looked at the sky, and a lotus flower formed on his left hand slowly bloomed.
"Go find Brother Minghui and talk to Wuyou. He cares about you very much. He has decided to go down the mountain... to pursue the love of this life, and then leave quietly."
Wu Xin looked at him, nodded, and replied: "Disciples must respect the instructions given by my uncle."
"Don't say goodbye to any brothers, and don't let Wuyou tell anyone...don't tell me when you leave, I don't want to say goodbye to you."
Li Ye looked at the sky, with no sadness or joy on his face.
"Leave quietly?" Wu Xin looked up at Li Ye and murmured.
Li Ye looked away, looked at him and said gently: "Leave quietly, just as you came quietly."
"Disciple understands, thank you, uncle." Wu Xin was filled with joy. After struggling for years, he finally made a decision.
Li Ye waved his hand and said, "Go ahead. Once you make up your mind, don't look back."
"My disciple's family is in the Buddhist capital. His secular name is Nangong Changsheng. My father is doing business in the Buddhist capital. If my uncle comes to the Buddhist capital one day, please come and get together and let the disciple express his feelings."
Wuxin, who was dressed in gray cloth monk's robes, said goodbye to Li Ye and turned to leave.
Looking at Wu Xin's back, Li Ye murmured softly: "Nangong Changsheng? Li Changsheng? Is that your three lives and three lives, or my three lives and three lives?"
Li Ye shook his head, a little confused.
He didn't know if it was him, would he give up the practice in front of him, give up the scenery he was about to reach the top of, clapped his hands and turned around to leave.
Looking at Wu Xin's appearance, he could guess what kind of state of mind and painful choices this Nangong Changsheng, who was much older than himself, had gone through in these days, and he couldn't help but feel very admired in his heart.
Compared with Wu Xin who decided to leave, he was still living in the expectation of practicing.
Although I am a little nervous, I am more prepared to take advantage of the coming winter to complete the sixth level of practice of the Formless Dharmakaya.
He has already seen the scenery on the seventh floor, so will the top of the ninth floor be as far away as yesterday?
